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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO "How are you feeling? Was it really traumatic?" they asked me. "I feel OK, but yeah, it was traumatic." Roger stroked my head. "You made the right choice," he said. "I'm sure you'll forget about the chips in no time. Crazy how she insisted on referring to you as 'it', isn't it?" "That was really humiliating," I said. Mom came into the room. "How are you feeling, Jasmine?" "OK. Can I get off the table now?" "Sure," Mom said. "Let me just get you some pyjamas. What would you prefer? Pyjamas with pants? Or shorts? Or a nightgown?" I was exhausted. Not so much in need of sleep, bust just wanting to relax. "I don't care," I said. "If you want me to, I'll wear a nightgown. But please, a normal length nightgown, not super short. And without offensive writing on it." "I know the perfect one!" Mom said. She left me locked to the table and went to get it. Randy said, "Do you feel any different, knowing that you have those things in your body?" "Physically, no," I said. "And I haven't really had a lot of time to process it, but intellectually, yeah, it feels so so weird. Knowing I will never, ever have any true privacy, ever again! They will always know where I am. And I can be 'shut off' with a remote control at any time, without warning!" "Yeah, that's really fucked up," Randy said. "But I think what I'm finding even weirder is being locked naked to the table like this, with you guys here in the room with me." "Do you want us to cover you in the towel again?" Roger asked. "Yeah, that would be great," I said. "Maybe we should just wait for Mom, though," Randy said. "We've already seen you like this, and she should be here any second with a nightgown for you. If we cover you with the towel it might upset her." "Why would it upset her?" Roger asked. "I don't know," Randy said. "But she's been making all the decisions for Jasmine tonight, maybe she wants to continue doing that. We shouldn't hurt her feelings." Roger said, "Sorry, Jazz, I guess you're gonna have to wait like that for another minute. Randy could be right. It's not worth the trouble." "Fine," I said. There were about thirty seconds of silence. Then Randy said, "Does it hurt, being stretched so tightly like that?" "I'm sure it would, if I was still a normal person. But in this strange body, it doesn't bother me that much. It's uncomfortable being completely unable to move for so long, but doesn't actually hurt. It mostly fucks with my mind, being so completely powerless and vulnerable." At that point Mom walked into the room. "Roger, spank her. Jasmine, an eight-year-old girl like you cannot EVER use the F-word. Or any other bad words. Even if you hear others talking that way! You are not a grown-up man anymore. Get that into your little blond head." "I'm sorry, Mommy," I said quickly, worried about the punishment. "It was a mistake." "Three slaps on her butt, Roger. Hard." "Mom, I don't think that's a good idea right now. She's barely wearing anything. And she was just talking to us, nobody was around to hear her." "Clear, consistent rules, remember? She should have considered what she was wearing before she behaved naughty like that. Anyway, if you're careful, and if she's real still, the cloth should stay in place and nothing should show." Roger said, "Mom, um, maybe I can wait until she's wearing her nightgown at least?" Mom bent down and looked me in the eyes, with a really stern look on her face, and said, "Jasmine, honey, tell your big brother that you want him to spank you. Tell him that you deserve it because you misbehaved, and tell him that you need to have clear, consistent rules and punishments for breaking the rules, because you're just a little girl and that's the only way for you to learn to behave properly. Tell him it's OK, because as long as he's careful, the cover on your cute little naked bum should stay in place. Go on." There she went again with her mind games. I hesitated. "Mom, do I have to? Can't it wait until I'm dressed, at least?" "Now you've earned yourself double the amount. Do it now, or it will be doubled again." I hesitated once more. "It's doubled again," she said. "Do you need more?" "Please, Mom. Maybe I can have a different punishment instead? Maybe I can spend the night inside that cage?" "Sure," Mom said. "Sure you can. But wearing exactly what you're wearing now, no more. You'll have your leash attached to your collar, then we'll chain your wrists together behind your back, and then we'll put you on your feet - exactly as you are now - and walk you upstairs to your cage. Once you're locked inside, your chains will come off. Is that what you prefer?" I freaked out and said, "No!" "Then do as you're told," she said. "OK." I couldn't quite remember exactly what Mom had told me to say to Roger, so I did my best to remember it, worrying that if I left part out, it would result in more punishment. "Um, Roger, my dear big brother, please spank me like Mommy said. Because, um, I'm just a silly, stupid little girl and the only way to teach me a lesson for being bad is by punishing me harshly. I shouldn't have broken the rules and used bad words, and I'm sorry, and it's my own fault I'm getting punished. I deserve it, and you're doing me a favour, teaching me to be good again." "What about what you're wearing?" Mom prompted. "Are you OK with him spanking you like that, even though you're practically naked?" I said, "I know that if you're careful, the cloth should stay covering my butt," Mom interrupted. "I think I told you to call it your 'cute little naked bum'." I said, "I know that if you're careful, my cute little naked bum should stay covered. So, please just spank me." Roger said, "What will happen, though, if during the spanking it accidentally gets uncovered?" "Well?" Mom asked me for a response. "Do your best, and if an accident happens then it's nobody's fault." "Good girl. Now tell him how many times you would like him to spank you." That caught me off guard. "I'm not sure," I said. "However many you say I need, Mommy." I wasn't really worried about the number. No matter how hard the spankings would be, I knew they wouldn't cause me pain - just humiliation. My bigger concern, at this point, was that the more he gave me, the more likely it was for a mistake to occur with the napkin. But, obviously, that wasn't going to matter when Mom decided how many I was to get. In fact, I figured that she probably prefered a higher number, actually hoping that this accident happened. "I want you to remember and tell him. How many times did I say you need to be spanked?" "I'm sorry, Mommy, I'm not quite sure. It started with three, right? But you doubled it a few times. And I can't remember how many. And I guess it just got doubled again, too, as punishment for me not remembering." Mom laughed and said, "If that's what you want, then yes, it's doubled again. Pay better attention next time." Mom turned to the boys. "Well, if she can't remember how many, how do you think we should decide, boys?" Roger remained silent. I could see he was really worried about me and what I was being put through. Randy, on the other hand, now seemed to start enjoying the way I was being treated. He said, "Mom, you remember how many times it was doubled, right?" She nodded. "So we should make her guess how many times. If she guesses right, then that's the amount she gets. If she guesses higher, then she gets whatever number she says, plus one more doubling as punishment for getting wrong. And if she gets lower, then the real number gets doubled two, no three more times." "Randy!" Roger said, giving him a good look. "No," said Mom. "Randy has a very good idea. So, baby girl, how many times do you think it's been doubled so far? Take your best guess." I thought hard. I thought it must be four, but I was worried about guessing too low, so I said "Five?" They all laughed, even Roger. They all seemed to know. Mom said, "It was actually only three. But now you get it doubled five times, plus one more, like Randy said. So, six. Now do the math for us. It starts at three. What's three times two?" "Six," I said. "Good girl. And what's that times two?" I thought for a minute, and said, "Twelve." "Very good," Mom said. "You're a smart little girl, aren't you? And what's that times two?" "Twenty-two. No, twenty-four!" "Right! Close call! Twenty-four. That makes three times. Still another three to go. What's 24 times two?" I thought hard. "Forty-, no, sixty-eight," I said. Mom laughed. "OK, well, it's actually only forty-eight like you thought in the beginning, but now because you said it, we'll go with sixty-eight. What's sixty-eight times two?" I thought long and hard but couldn't figure it out. That was embarrassing. "Please, Mommy, you tell me. I need to write it down. It's too hard for me." Mom laughed. "You realize that you used to be able to do this in your head with no problem, back when you were 'Ralph'." "I know." "So what changed?" "I guess I became a little girl." "Are you admitting that you actually are a little girl, now, and not just a grown-up man inside a little-girl's body?" I didn't know what to say to that. I felt like I would cry. I said, "It's probably true, at least in some ways. But I just can't admit it. Not yet." "So you admit it partially. Well, that's pretty good, sweetie, I'm glad you're figuring this out. Well, if you would have denied it, it probably would've earned you one more doubling. If you would have admitted it properly, it would have rewarded you with taking off a doubling, maybe even two. Since you partially admitted, and partially denied, we'll just leave things the way they are. "Now, ask me nicely to do the rest of the math for you, since it's too hard for your little-girl's little brain." I took a deep breath and said it. "Please, Mommy, do the rest of the math for me. It's too hard for my little girl's little brain." "OK, sweetie. Let's see. We were up to sixty-eight, and we need two more doublings. Sixty-eight times two is one hundred and thirty-six. And that times two is two hundred and seventy-two. Wow, can you believe that you were so bad that you earned yourself so many spankings?!" "No, Mommy, I'm really, really sorry. I was really really bad." "That's too many times, Mom. I'm not gonna spank her more than twenty times tops." Mom sighed. "Alright," she said. "I'm going to reduce your sentence down to fifty, since you've been cooperating pretty well with this. Roger, you'll start. If you can't continue, then Randy can take over. And if he can't finish the job, then I will. Are you ready for it to begin, little girl? Fifty spanks?" "Yes. Please begin my punishment." I told myself, 'Get ready for this. It's highly unlikely that your butt is going to remain covered for all those fifty spanks. I think you're about to show them your butt. Just accept it. It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.' "Do you still remember what you're being punished for?" I actually had to think for a moment, but I remembered. "For using bad words." Mom said, "It's OK for boys, and for grown-ups to use bad words occasionally. But little girls like you can NEVER use bad words, even when you're alone all by yourself. Got that?" "Yes, Mommy." "Go ahead, Roger." I felt Roger place his left hand against my back. He was holding the cloth against my body, so that it wouldn't fly away when he spanked me. I waited. He took some time before he began - building up the suspense, I guessed. And then, suddenly, his hand came down really hard on my butt. Really hard! "One," he announced. As he lifted his hand I could feel the cloth shift slightly. I couldn't see, but it felt like it had moved to the side a bit, uncovering one of my cheeks, with the edge of the cloth about where my crack was. He hit me a second time. "Two," he announced. I could feel the cloth move even more. I think it uncovered my crack completely. It was only covering part of my other cheek. "Three!" he said as he hit me a third time. This time, the cloth stuck to his hand a bit as he was lifting it up, and then fell down over his other hand, the one that was holding it in place. So my butt became completely uncovered. He took his hands off me and repositioned the napkin over my butt, this time unfolding it completely. He held the top corner against the small of my back with his thumb, and spanked me hard once more. "Four!" he said. This spank caused the napkin to fly up and off my butt completely once more, only getting caught between his thumb and my back. He repositioned the napkin once more, covering my butt. But then, before spanking me the fifth time, he said, "Oh, this is pointless, and we're wasting time. Sorry, little girl, but it looks like you have no choice but to show us your cute butt tonight. And to let us touch it." I sighed. He lifted the cloth off my butt, folded it up, and put it down on the table beside my face. "There it is," he said. "Now where were we?" "Four," I said. 'At least I'm face-down, and they don't see my vagina or breasts,' I tried to comfort myself. "Right, four." He hit me really hard, this time directly on my bare butt, and said "Four!" I knew he'd just done 'four' twice, but didn't bother correcting him. Then he hit me again, and said "Five!" He kept going. "Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!" "Give her a few seconds to relax before you continue with the next ten, Roger," Mom said. So he paused. Then Mom put her hands on my back, just below my shoulders, and gave me a little massage. Despite the humiliation in knowing that they were all staring at my naked behind, I enjoyed her soothing touch as she slowly rubbed her way down my back. Her hands continued. She slowly rubbed them over my butt, and then all the way down my legs until my ankles and feet. Then, she rubbed her hands all the way up again until the top of my neck. "Are you ready for the next ten?" Mom asked me. "Yes, Mommy," I said. "Thank you for the nice massage. You can continue, big brother." He did the next ten a little slower, leaving his hand on my butt for a little bit longer after each smack. When he reached twenty, I got another fully body rub down the way Mom had done it, only this time Roger did it. "Are you ready for your third set?" Roger asked me. "Yes, I'm ready," I said. "Ask nicely! Or do you want more?" Mom scolded me. "Sorry, Mommy. Yes please, Roger, I'm ready." "Hey, I thought I get to give her the second twenty!" Randy protested. "No," said Roger. "Mom said you could take over IF I didn't want to continue. But I'm happy to continue." "But that's not fair!" said Randy. "It DOES seem a little unfair, doesn't it, Jasmine?" Mom asked me. "I guess, if they both want to." "But I did originally promise it to Roger. What do you think we should do, Jasmine? How should we make it fair?" I thought, and said, "Well, I guess that Roger should be able to give me all fifty, if he wants to, but then after that Randy should be able to give me fifty more, or however many Roger gave me. Since we're about to pass the half-way mark, no matter when Roger decides to stop I will receive, in total, fifty. So it should be enough to give Randy however many Roger gets." "But why should Roger get to choose, but not Randy?" Mom asked me. "What if Randy wants to give you all fifty and Roger decides to stop early?" "OK," I said. "I doubt that's going to happen anyway, with the way things are looking. But OK, Randy can give me any number he feels like, up to fifty, just like Roger." "And what about Mom?" Randy asked. I sighed. "She can have fifty too, I guess." "Good. That's a great solution, Jasmine. Now go ahead and ask Roger to continue." "Roger, my dear big brother, please continue my punishment." Roger gave me ten more really hard slaps, while counting from twenty-one until thirty. Then he gave me another back rub, this time concentrating on my butt even more, squeezing the cheeks in the palms of his hands and moving them around a bit. "Ready when you are," Roger said. So I requested the next set. He spanked me ten more times. His time, as he gave me my massage, he let his thumb slip in between my butt-cheeks and rubbed the entrance to my hole for a second. He didn't push inside it, though. I gasped. I was ashamed to admit it, but it felt really good. Mom and Randy laughed. Obviously, they noticed my gasp. "I'm ready for my final ten, please, dear brother, if you don't mind," I said. And I got my final ten. And then Roger gave me my butt massage once more. This time, though, he didn't press against my hole. Then Roger said, "Isn't this cute? Look, Mom and Randy. When you hit her butt hard like that, you get this bright red handprint on her butt, wherever you hit it. But it only lasts for maybe two seconds, and then fades away back to normal. Watch." He hit me one more time to show them. "Cute!" Mom said. "Yeah, that's great!" Randy said. "Is it my turn now, Jasmine?" Randy asked me. "Yes, Randy, it's your turn now. Please spank me too." He positioned himself to begin, but then said, "But hold on. If Roger already gave you fifty, doesn't that mean you've already received your punishment? Why do I get to punish you again?" "Because it wouldn't be fair to you," I said, trying to figure out what they wanted me to say. "Why not?" he asked. "Because... because you both enjoy spanking me." "So it's OK to spank you just because we enjoy it, even though you don't deserve it? Does that seem fair?" he asked. I thought. "Well, maybe not. But I guess it's OK because it doesn't really hurt me anyway. It's just super humiliating. And, oh yeah, I was supposed to be spanked even more times, so I actually do deserve it." Roger said, "Maybe the real reason it's OK is because you're not completely human. At least partially, you're our toy, right? Isn't that the truth? You're partially more toy than human?" I was surprised to hear this coming from ROGER's mouth! "What do you say, Jasmine?" Mom asked. "I... I guess so, in part. In part I'm more toy than human. But just in part." "Which means what?" Roger asked me. "If you're more toy than human, whose feelings and desires are more important - yours, or ours? Whose needs come first?" "Yours," I said. Mom slapped my butt and said, "Answer in a full sentence." "Since I'm more toy than human, your needs and feelings and desires come first." Randy said, "So I can spank you for my pleasure, even at the expense of your humiliation?" "Yes you can. You can spank me for your enjoyment. It's your right." They all laughed. Then Mom bent down beside my ear and whispered, "Thanks, kiddo. Thanks for playing along. I hope you're having fun with this like we are. Don't worry. We know that you don't really believe what you just said. We don't believe it either. We're just having fun with you." Then she kissed me on the cheek. But Roger said with a laugh, "Oh, I believe it!" Randy laughed too. "Then again, I guess it's possible that I was joking when I said that too. Or maybe I wasn't. Maybe you'll never know just how much I actually believe what you're saying about yourself!" I had to laugh at that. Then Randy said, "Mom, I'd like to reward her a bit for being so honest and admitting the truth. I'd like to unlock her chains, or at least loosen them a bit before I spank her." Mom said, "She's all yours, your toy - well, at least for the next fifty spanks. You can do with her whatever you want, as long as you make sure she's not able to get down off the table." Roger said, "And if you're gonna unlock her hands, I'd better take this away, out of her reach," and he picked up the cloth that had once covered my butt and had been folded beside my head. He moved it far away from the table. Randy locked a chain and locked one end to my collar, and the other to the table. Then he unlocked my wrists and set them free. I slid my arms around the table and down to by my sides, stretching out my shoulders and elbows which had been pulled very tightly for a very long time. Remembering that my butt was baked, and realizing that I could do so, I started to move my hands in the direction of my butt, to cover it, when Mom said, "Sweetie, are you going to be able to be a good little girl and resist the urge to try to cover you cute little bare bottom? It's probably going to be hard not to try to cover it, knowing that you physically can." Again, she was messing with my head. I stopped moving my arms and said, "I can resist the urge." Then Roger said, "I don't think it's fair to expose her to such a big temptation. I mean, she's just a little girl, and she must be feeling so embarrassed that one of her private parts has now become so familiar to us than our own private parts. I mean, we've probably seen it more than she has! And we're not just seeing it - we're touching it, feeling it - really, after tonight, there's no secret about her butt, as far as we're concerned. She must be dying of embarrassment. We can't expect her not to try to cover it up. I bet she'd actually prefer if we helped her out and locked her hands down again, so she wouldn't be tempted. I mean, we don't have to pull it so tightly like before, but we still can chain them down to the table. What do you think, Jasmine?" "It's OK," I said. "I'm pretty sure I can withstand the urge. After all, you guys have already seen and touched it so much anyway." But what I was secretly hoping actually happened. Mom said, "No, Roger's right. You'd be doing her a favour by locking her hands down again." And Randy agreed. So Randy did so. He locked my wrists to two more chains and locked them, this time, to the sides of the table, giving me a little bit of slack but not much. I was now able to move them a bit, to bend my elbows a bit, but I couldn't bring my hands anywhere near my butt - or any other part of my body. After that, Randy unlocked my ankles. I opened my legs a bit and bent my knees a bit, before realizing that all three of them had moved to the foot of the table as Randy was unlocking my ankles, and now, by moving my legs apart, I might have been letting them see more than just my bare butt! So I quickly snapped my legs back together again. Randy grasped my ankles and said, "No, sweetie, you need to move your legs around after having them stretched like that for so long." And he started pulling my legs apart. I didn't fight him. It DID feel good to be moving them again. He opened my legs quite wide, and then bent me knees and pushed my heels in the direction of my butt, and then pulled my ankles back out to the sides while my thighs were open in the splits. Then he let go. I put my legs together again, wondering just how much they saw. I wasn't sure how much could be visible. I hoped that my vagina had remained pressed against the table and that all they saw was my butt, though I doubted that. Randy said, "OK, well, now get into a comfortable position because you're second spanking's about to begin." I stayed as I was, with my legs stretched straight out and pressed together, and said, "I'm ready, Randy. Please begin my second punishment." Mom said, "You could say that nicer, couldn't you? You've already admitted that this spanking is mainly for his enjoyment, and less for your punishment. Tell him to enjoy it, or that you hope he has fun, or something like that." "OK," I said. "Randy, my dear big brother, I'm ready for you to begin spanking me whenever you're ready. I hope you get a lot of enjoyment from giving me my spanking." The three of them all laughed. So I added, "And thank you so much for giving me all this attention and wanting to use me as your toy. And especially my cute little naked butt." "Hey, Mom," Roger interrupted. "Don't you think that 'butt' is an inappropriate word for a little girl? Shouldn't she call it her 'bum'? I think that's what we called it when we were her age." "That's true," she said. "Honey, your big brother Roger's right. You have to speak with nicer, cleaner language, since you're such a cute little girl. So, from now on, you are forbidden to refer to this," she touched my butt, "as your 'butt'. You can either call it your 'bottom' or your 'bum'. From now on, if you make that mistake, you'll have to be punished. Understand?" "Yes, Mommy. I'll do my best." "Good. And your vagina - you'll call that your tulip. Because it's beautiful like a flower, and it's also made of two lips - tulip. Of course, that actually refers to your vulva - in front. If you need to specify your vagina, meaning down between your legs, you can call that your 'inside', your 'secret place', your 'secret palace', your 'treasure' or your jay-jay. But you probably won't need to talk about that much. Tulip should work most of the time, for your girl privates. I guess if need be, like if talking to strangers who won't know what you mean, you can call it your 'girl parts'. "As for your breasts, you should call them your raisins, since I'm sure your nipples are cute and tiny like raisins." She turned to my brothers and said, "I heard that on South Park." Then she turned back to me and said, "If you need to talk about an adult woman's breasts, you can call them her peaches. If you ever need to specify the little mounds that are around your raisins, you can call them your plums. But usually you should just use 'raisins', since you still mostly only have nipples and don't really have breasts yet. You can also call them flower buds or just buds. "Even if adults around you, or even other kids, use the real names, or other nicknames that you're not allowed to use - you have to use the words I gave you. No matter what. If you forget them, or if someone asks you what you mean, you can only point and say 'this'. You will be severely punished if you ever use words that are only meant for grownups. Got it?" "Yes, Mommy." "Good. So now, where were we?" Randy said, "She had just thanked me for enjoying her butt." "Right. Now say it again with the right word." "Thank you, Randy, I'm so glad that you're enjoying my cute little naked bum." "You're welcome, sweetie," he said, and gave my butt a pinch. "So, should I begin the spanking?" "Yes please," I said. "Please begin my spanking." He began. He hit me less hard than Roger had, but spent more time with his hand against my butt between slaps. "One, two, three... ten." He stopped, and gave my butt an intense massage. Then he gave me the second set. And then he massaged my butt, for even longer this time. The second time, when he stopped rubbing and just before he began the third set of spankings, I managed to say, "Thank you, dear brother, for giving my bum such a nice, enjoyable massage." After the third set, he said, "Jasmine dear, would you like another massage?" "Yes please. I mean, I would love for you to massage my cute nakey bottom, since I know you enjoy touching and feeling it. And it feels nice to me, too." This time he pulled my cheeks apart a bit as he was feeling them, and pressed his finger length-wise against my crack, but without pushing in much. Then, without warning, he began the fourth set of spankings. He didn't count out loud this time. I was counting in my head, and I thought I counted thirteen when he said "Ten". And this time, while massaging my butt, he did like Roger had, spreading my cheeks quite far and rubbing the entrance to my anus quite intensely. I came pretty close to orgasming, but luckily I didn't. That would have been way too embarrassing. Finally he dealt my final ten blows, and added an extra three 'for good luck'. He rubbed my butt lightly, and asked me, "What now, Jasmine?" I said, "Mommy, it's your turn to have fun spanking my cute naked bum." Mom approached the table and started massaging the backs of my thighs, and then my butt a bit. And then she started moving my legs around slowly, keeping them down against the table, like Randy had done before. While doing this, she said, "Sweetie, do you think we should feel guilty about doing this to you? About getting enjoyment from inflicting pain on your cute butt?" "No, of course not," I said instinctively. "Why not?" she asked. "Because I'm your toy, your pet... and it doesn't really hurt me." "But you find it embarrassing, don't you?" "Yeah, very. But you know, the more you do it, the more I get used to it, and the less embarrassing it actually is." "Oh, so you actually would like to be so used to this that we could do this to you anytime we wanted, without you feeling embarrassed? Do you really want that?" I thought. "No, well yes, well, I dunno. I guess so." "You do, don't you. Because you understand that you're really out toy." "Yes, I do," I said, hoping that this would fall under the category of things I was saying for the sake of the game, that they would understand that I didn't actually mean. "Sweetie, do you hope, one day, to be able to run around and play in front of us, while you're totally naked, with us seeing and touching any and every part of you whenever we want, without it bothering you at all?" "Um, no!" "But sweetie, you said yourself that you're our toy, right? And our pet. You don't see pets walking around with clothes on, right? Pets don't have private parts - it's people's natural, God-given right to see ALL of their pets, all the time! Think about how cool it would be, not to ever wear clothes, ever! To be seen completely naked, all the time, by anyone who cared to look. Think of how cool that would be." "I don't think so, Mommy." "Who owns your body, sweetie. You, or us?" "You, but..." I couldn't finish that thought. "Look, sweetie, I know that you're not ready for that now. And we're not going to force it on you. I'm just saying that you should agree, in principle, that it would be better that way. And that we should all have a goal that one day we'll get there - whether it's in half a year, or two years. But eventually. OK? Agree to that that, in principle, it would be right, and that you should hope to get there one day." "OK," I said, nervously. "So, tell me what you hope for." "I hope that one day... I'll be perfectly comfortable to take off my clothes whenever you ask me to, and to do anything I'm told without questioning, and without thinking guilty." "Good girl, good girl," she said, moving around the table and kissing me on the forehead. "I look forward to that day too." "And now, since you said that, I think we've had enough spanking for now. I think you can put on the nightgown I brought down for you now. But one thing. You owe me some fun with your bum - giving you a spanking. Some time tonight, or maybe tomorrow, I'm going to tell you that it's time for the spanking that you owe me. And when I do, you'll get over my knee and let me do that to you however I want. Agreed?" "Will I have to take my clothes off again?" "Of course! Well, maybe. At least you'll have to uncover your cute bum for us. Maybe I'll make you take everything off, and maybe just uncover your bum. Whatever I decide, you're going to have to obey. But I promise that I'll be careful so that all we see is your naked bum, not your raisins or tulip. OK?" "OK, Mommy. Thank you." "You're welcome, sweetie. Randy, you can unlock all her chains now. Sweetie, here's the nightie you get to wear tonight. We'll go into the living room and wait for you - come there as soon as you're dressed." "Wait," Randy said just after he had unlocked my first wrist. He quickly pulled my wrist back and locked it back in the chain. "Mom, when's the next time we're going to be able to play with her naked like this?" "You heard - sometime tonight, when I decide that it's time for her last spanking." "Yeah, but I mean after tonight." "I don't know, Randy. Probably not for a long time. This wasn't planned, it just happened by accident, combined with her bad behaviour. So unless another accident happens, we're not going to make her do this unless she herself decides to." "In that case," Randy said, "Don't you think we should take some pictures of her like this? So we can remember the fun we had tonight?" "Well, Jasmine, do you mind if we take some pictures of you like this?" "Yes, definitely!" I said adamantly. "I mean, I definitely mind!"